The Old Guard, the Times Have Changed
Gang winds howled across the Cang Continent, and air currents surged violently.
Gu Shaoshang's expression turned faintly cold as he looked at the weapon spear nailed into Cang Ancestor's chest.
That weapon spear had been formed from High Priest Gan Cangwu's Great Dao of Weapons. It was invincible, capable of piercing even the physical body of a Wuji Magnate.
Yet even that weapon spear had failed to pierce through Cang Ancestor's Dao. Otherwise, it would not have manifested outwardly.
Or perhaps, over countless years, Cang Ancestor had forcibly expelled the residual weapon Dao essence that had pierced his body.
From this alone, it was clear that Cang Ancestor was indeed a notch stronger than the High Priest at his peak. Even Demon Taiyi could not compare to him.
"Ha ha ha!"
Thunderous laughter rang out from atop the divine mountain, shaking endless space-time. Cang Ancestor's loose hair flew upward, revealing beneath it a cold, blade-carved face.
"You want to kill me? What a coincidence, what a coincidence! I've heard those same words many times before..."
Cang Ancestor laughed wildly!
Ever since Xi had wounded him and he had fled into the turbulent currents of endless space-time, he had long grown accustomed to the Primordial Human Race hunting him down.
Including this time, how many times had it been?
Crack!
Amid his laughter, Cang Ancestor stretched out a hand. As his five fingers opened and closed, they produced the sound of weapons clashing.
Under Gu Shaoshang's gaze, he grabbed the weapon spear embedded directly in his chest.
Then he yanked it out!
Splurt!
Blood poured backward like a waterfall, forcefully squeezing out every remnant of weapon Dao essence within.
Endless mountains were instantly shrouded in a rain of blood!
Screech, screech, screech!
Within that